Fanon:The Case of the Gunshot Wounds

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Jake arrived at the Subway station. There were many police cars and a lot of police tape surrounding the area. Jake showed his badge to an officer, who let him in. Charlie was talking to another officer, who was taking notes of what he said.

"Grandpa. What happened?" asked Jake.

"What do you think? Look around you!"

Jake observed his surroundings. There were some blood stains on the ground, an ambulance and a corpse near the station exit.

"So... Someone was murdered. Do you know the victim?" said Jake.

"Yes, and you do too. That woman on the ground... She is your friend."

Jake got near the corpse. It was covered in a blanket. Standing there was a paramedic who was writing something in his clipboard. He lifted a corner of the blanket. He saw a pair of feet. Wrong end. He walked towards the victim's head. He lifted the blanket and couldn't believe in his eyes. Renee Littler, his childhood best friend, was dead.

Jake Gannon was shocked. Renee had three holes in her chest. Those holes were gunshot wounds. He then grabbed her wrist and saw her pulse. She was dead indeed. He then told to the paramedic to send the body to the Public Services Office's laboratory.

Jake picked up his mobile phone. He dialed a number.

"Mr. Littler? Good evening, I am Jake Gannon, from the Investigation Section of the Bridgeport Police Department. I have some bad news for you. Your wife, Renee Littler... is dead."

"No! My beloved Renee! No! Why did this happened?" cried the voice in the other side of the line.

"Mr. Littler, I know this may be hard on you, but I am doing what I can to solve this case. Okay?"

A new day had arrived and Jake was in the Public Services Office's laboratory. Jake was examining Renee Littler's dead body. He was paying a lot of attention to her gunshot wounds. He then got a measuring instrument.

"This looks like she was killed using a 9 mm." thought Jake. "A 9 x 19 Parabellum. This recalls some field work."

Jake left the building and rushed to the Landgraab Marine Science Facility. He knew there was an exhibit about Ballistics and that some of the best Forensic Analysts in SimNation would be there. He entered the building and quickly found the exhibit and the analysts. Unfortunately, all left before he got a chance to talk to one. Fortunately, a woman in a lab coat entered the building. She had a Bridgeport Police Department badge. Jake approached her.

"Good morning, I am Jake Gannon, from the Investigation Section of the Bridgeport Police Department." He showed her his badge. "I need your assistance on a case."

"Hello, my name is Evelyn Anne Granville from the Forensics Section of the Bridgeport Police Department. I am very surprised that you, a Private Investigator, need assistance on a case." said the analyst.

Back at the Public Services Office's lab, Jake was telling Evelyn, a young, African-Sim in her mid-twenties, the things he knew about the case.

"Well, according to my Ballistics class and the Ballistics Department in here, these bullets were fired from a Glock 19. Can you see the pattern here, Mr. Gannon?" said Evelyn.

"Yes. And please, call me Jake. Good job, Miss Granville."

"Thank you. And I prefer to be called Evelyn. 'Miss Granville' makes me look like an old lady!" Evelyn laughed. Then she continued: "So, there are also some minor wounds in her wrists, which indicate a struggle. I also realized that she had WooHoo the same day."

"Alright. Does she have any SimFluid in her underwear?"

"Yes. I can test it for DNA. I will finish examining her body and I will get her some X-rays."

"Okay. I will search the database for who owns a Glock 19." said Jake. He then left the building.

"Mr. Littler!" said Jake as he rang the doorbell in the Littler family home. "Open up!"

Then, a female voice came from the gate's interphone. "Who is it?"

"I am Jake Gannon, from the Bridgeport Police Department. I am currently in charge of an investigation regarding Renee Littler's murder."

"I'll open the gate. My name is Odine Perry, the nanny."

Inside the Littler house, Jake was sitting on an armchair, holding a notepad. Reuben Littler ad Odine Perry were sitting on the couch next to him.

"I just want to ask a few questions about the day in which Renee was killed" said Jake. "Mr. Littler, did you have WooHoo with your wife?"

"Hmm... Yes, Mr. Gannon, I did. We had a huge fight the day before, when she caught me sneaking to Odine's room in the middle of the night. A few hours later the fight, we had a talk and then had reconcilliation WooHoo."

"Okay, then. So, you and Miss Perry are having an affair, right?"

"Were. We were having an affair. We are now engaged!" said Odine, showing Jake her engagement ring. It had a huge diamond.

"Mr. Littler, were you aware of a possible affair on your wife's behalf?"

"Yes. She told me she had an affair with two men. One was called James. I don't remember the other one."

"Also, the bullets that killed your wife were shot using a Glock 19. My sources tell me that you own one, Mr. Littler."

"Yes, I do. But I lost it last week. You can check my house. There isn't a gun in here."

The sun was setting as Jake crossed the Bridgeport Bridge. He arrived at the subway station. The transportation system was closed until the investigations were finished. The station was still surrounded of police tape. He grabbed his magnifying glass.

"Hmm..." he thought. "There are no gun-made holes in the ground. Oh... What's this? A hole in a tree?"

Jake approached the tree.

"Awesome. This tree is tough enough and the bullet stayed in here." He then got a pair of tweezers and took the bullet out. "Crap. No fingerprints. I'll ask Evelyn to analyse this."

Meanwhile, Evelyn was checking Reuben's banking account. There wasn't a trace of rental history. She then thought of someone else. And she typed on her computer... Bingo. A transaction made for the Abandoned warehouse. She picked up her phone and called Jake.

“Hmm… No” replied Jake. Then he shouted to an undercover agent who was looking at the goods available for sale: “Get him!”

While the clerk was being arrested by the officer, Jake was taking a look at the sale records. He found only a small file, because the store had just opened two weeks before. He put that file in his bag. He then saw a sign pointing to “Storage Units”. He followed that direction and easily found Odine Perry’s unit.

Jake picked up his master key and opened the door. A small gold statue was there. Jake put on some gloves and picked up the statue.

“Hmm… It says ‘Reporter of the Year’ in here. This was Renee’s. Apparently Odine is a Kleptomaniac. I should get this to the lab” thought Jake. He put the award in a plastic bag with “Evidence” written on it and left the warehouse.

“She didn’t know that she was about to get killed, Jake. She hasn’t got any fractures or bruises. Only the gunshot wounds.”

“Okay. I found this in Odine’s storage unit” said Jake, as he showed her the evidence bag. “It’s Renee’s. Odine didn’t like her. I also have the people who bought the gloves in this file that smells like marijuana.”

“High clerk?”

“Yes. I’m… going to check this file.”

At home, Jake was reading the file.

“Matt!” Jake shouted. “Come here, please!”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Were you having an affair with Renee?”

“No. Renee asked me for help because she wanted a divorce from Reuben, but she wanted to be abandoned, so she could get most of their possessions. So, we made up the affair story.”

“Okay… Let’s see” thought Jake. “There must be here something about gloves. Hmm… Burglar tools, dynamite… Here it is! Rubber gloves! Only one box of these was sold. Last week. It was sold to… C. Jack. Who is C. Jack?”

It was lunch time and Jake Gannon was going across the Bridgeport Bridge, to check the inhabitants’ names. He was hungry, so he had a pretzel sticking out of his mouth as he was riding The Beast. It didn’t take long until he arrived at the City Hall. He entered the building and quickly found the files. He opened the folder.

“A floppy disk? What kind of file sorting is this?” said Jake, a little angry.

“Oh, I heard the files are coming to the digital era” said an old woman. She looked like a librarian. “Now nobody is going to feel paper again.”

Jake approached the computers. They were already on. He inserted the floppy disk and typed “C. Jack”. An error message appeared, that said “ONLY ALPHANUMERIC CHARACTERS ALLOWED.” He then typed “C Jack”. Two matches. One was Columbus Jack Rippus, Jr. and he was deceased. The other was in his eighties. He knew that man. And then, Jake started crying for the first time in fifteen years.

“Jake. You are in a serious risk. You have to be careful. I am here to mend the past. I mean, my past, your future.”

“What will happen?”

“I can’t tell you. I just want to tell you to be careful. And to tell you that that man also killed your parents. He is...”

Matthew got near Jake and whispered something in his ear.

“I knew that. I found that out ten minutes ago.”

“I see.”

“Who killed Renee?” asked Evelyn.

“Who is she, Jake?”

“She’s Evelyn Granville” said Jake, as Evelyn waved. “She is helping me with the case.”

“Okay. Evelyn, The man who killed Renee is…” Matthew whispered the same thing in her ear. “Anyways, I have to go. Jake, I love you.”

As he said these words, Matthew left.

"Do you know the story of Sarah Peasant, from Sunset Valley?" said Evelyn.

"Certainly, I am familiar with it." replied Jake. "She was having a war with fast-food restaurants and then she disappeared."

"Yes. That is the short version. Her fight went too deep and she is now deceased. Take care, Jake. Don't be the male counterpart of her. Dead, because of your sense of adventure and your need to know every detail. Take care... please.”

Jake went to the Subway station where Renee was killed. There, a man approached him.

“Jake…” said the man. “I am aware of your deep knowledge about my involvements in the Littler murder.”

“I know. And this ends now. Charles Colebank, you’re under arrest for the murder of John Gannon, Mary Gannon and Renee Littler!” shouted Jake, taking out a pair of handcuffs.

“I am not that sure.” Charlie entered the station, followed by Jake.

A chase started in the subway tracks. A train was stopped near the station, so they both ran through the tracks, travelling through the river that went through the city. When they reached the next subway stop, Charlie ran up the stairs and left the station.

Jake followed him too. When Jake realized they were outside The Prosper Room, the place where his parents were killed, he shouted:

“Yes, I killed your parents. I got addicted to illegal drugs and I killed people to get money to buy them. And when I realized that it was you who I was going to kill, I ran away. I also killed Renee because she ended our affair.”

“YOUR affair?”

“Yes. And now, I am going to do a thing I should have done fifteen years ago!”

Charlie pulled the trigger. A bullet crossed Jake’s heart. He fell, dying. As his soul started to leave his body, he remembered the thing he wanted the most at that moment. Matthew. Then, another gunshot was heard. Jake opened his eyes, to find a dead Charlie with a hole in his head. Then, the man he loved kneelt down next to his dying body.

“Matt… Look in my pocket.”

Matthew picked up a gift certificate. It said “Clone child – A child you can love with your DNA!” he then nodded his head.

“Matt… I will always love you.”

“Jake… I will always love you too.” Matthew then kissed Jake.

“I want my son to be called… Charlie…”

As he said this sentence, the rest of Jake Gannon’s life left his body and Matthew closed his eyes. He then dialed 911 and sat on the ground, in the middle of the two dead bodies.

One year later, peace had returned to Bridgeport. Matthew enjoyed life with Charlie Gannon, Jake’s clone who was produced using some hair. Evelyn reached the top of her career track – as did Matthew.

Reuben married Odine in a huge ceremony, but Odine was arrested for theft during the reception and served two months of community service. Deidre and Charlie are now best friends, and there is a spark of love in the middle.

Jake’s funeral was the biggest in Bridgeport. The whole city attended the funeral and now he rests in the local Cemetery, in the new Gannon Family Mausoleum, along with his parents and his grandfather, who raised him.

Charlie also likes to invent and wishes to be like his deceased father.